Loving - Henry Green [10]
I can't bear it,' Miss Burch cried out, 'I can't bear it.' 'Can't bear what dear?' But the sobbing started redoubled. 'Now Burchie don't take on so, you shouldn't,' Edith went on, searching over this cocoon with her hand for Miss Burch's where it lay wrapped warm to her side, 'listen to me dear, it can't be so bad. You let me bring you a nice cup of tea.' 'I can't bear it,' Miss Burch replied a trifle calmer. 'It wouldn't take me more than a minute to run down. No one would ever know, the kettle was nicely on the boil in the hall when I just left it. You see now if that mightn't do you good." 'Nothing'11 ever be the same,' was all Miss Burch said. 'Now don't talk so wild Burchie. You just go easy and let me fetch you a good cup of tea.' 'You're a good child.' 'Of course I am. There dear. Rest yourself.' Miss Burch began to sniff, to show signs of coming round. 'It wouldn't take but a minute to nip down,' Edith went on but Miss Burch interrupted. 'No don't leave me, Edith,' she said. 'Then what is it now?' the girl asked, 'what's happened to upset you like you are?' Then it came out much interrupted and in a confused flow after she had adjusted her cap. What Miss Burch felt so she said was that nothing would ever be the same, that after thirty-five years in service she could not look forward to being in a respectable house again where your work was respected and in which you could do your best. Yet with the same breath she told Edith that Kate and her were lucky to be in a place like this. She went on that there were not many girls in their position able to learn the trade as she was able to teacrrit, to pass on all she had acquired about the cleaning and ordering of a house, particularly when over at home they were all being sent in the army to be leapt on so she honestly believed by drunken soldiers in darkness. She said they were never to leave the Castle, that they didn't know their luck. But at the same time, with another burst of sobs, she repeated that nothing would ever be the same, that it was to throw away a life time's labour for her to go on here. She made no mention of Mr Eldon. In the end a cup of tea had finally quietened Miss Burch so that the two girls were at last able to set off down the back way which joined the main drive not far from Michael's Lodge Gate, cut in the ruined wall which shut this demesne from tumble-down country outside. Another morning, as he had been warned that Captain Davenport and Mrs Tancy were coming over to luncheon, Charley went to his room, got out the red and black notebooks, consulted the index and looked these people up. He read: 'Davenport Captain Irish Rifles ret'd salmon trout Master Der-mot first term. Wife passed away flu' 1937. Digs after the old kings in his bog.' Then there was a long list of amounts with a date set against each. These possibly were tips. But Raunce noticed that Mr Eldon had touched the Captain for larger and larger amounts. At the last which was for a fiver Charley whistled. He said out loud, 'Now I wonder.' Then he turned to the woman's page. 'Mrs Tancy her old Morris,' he found set down and the word Morris had been crossed out. Mr Eldon had added above, 'her old pony male eleven years.' There came another long list of dates with unvaryingly small payments, not one larger than a shilling, the last in August. Mr Eldon had always seen to opening the door himself so that when the Captain rang it was the first time that Raunce had received him. 'Well now if it isn't Arthur,' this man said hearty and also it appeared with distaste. He put up the cycle for himself. 'And what news of Eldon?' After Raunce told him and he had expressed regret he stood there awkward so to speak. Charley took his chance. 'And how are the salmon trout running sir?' he asked. 'Salmon trout? No fishin' yet. Close season.' 'And Master Dermot sir?' Raunce enquired without a flicker. 'Very fit thank you very fit. He's in the eleven. I'll find me own way thank you Arthur.' 'Not a sausage, not a solitary sausage,' Raunce muttered at his back referring to the fact that he had not been